"Your Royal Highness, may I present Mr. Michael Stewart. Mr. Stewart, His Royal Highness, Prince Andrew, the Duke of York," Miss Jones made the introd...ctions."Your Royal Highness, it's a pleasure to meet you," I said as I shook his hand."Mr. Stewart, the pleasure is ours," the Duke said. "Has Miss Jones been treating you right?" Yes Sir," I replied."Good to hear it," he said. "This is Lady Elizabeth Trenton." Lady Trenton, it's also a pleasure to meet you," I said."And I you, Mr. Stewart," she. Ryan had always thought his sister was pretty, and the last couple years she'd really developed into a hottie. Perky breasts that bounced just right when she would run to give him a hug, a round ass just begging to be spanked, and long athletic legs. At first these thoughts had made him squeamish but when she turned seventeen a few months back and confided in him that she lost her virginity to one of her guy friends, he could no longer help the fantasies that flooded his brain. Fantasies of. .. damn... ! Well ... it's past so now I have to think about how I feel about that. SHIT! That wasn't meant for just anyone to see me naked and screaming." Those who didn't see, surely heard us, sweets! Don't sweat it, no harm done. Try to stay with the high." But were we that loud? You know, I ... I think I'm sensing some of what you were telling us, Sue. Once beyond embarrassment, there's a dirty and lusty thrill to thinking someone was watching. I never considered it could really be. One of our experts will be in shortly, but first I’ll give you a minute to undress, rinse off in the shower, and then if you would lay down under the towel on the table. Do you need any help?“Help?” he asked, a bit unsure of what that meant.“No problem!” she smiled, without giving him time to respond or clarify he was asking a question, not confirming a desire for help, and before he realized what was happening she had reached for his shirt and was undoing each button. When she got to the last.